By pure coincidence Bob Dylan signs to Mr. Jones in my iPod. right now.
Millions of memories suddenly bombard me.
- The steep streets that even the most daring drivers would avoid in the neighborhood where Mr A used to live.
- The restaurant where we ate the worse fajitas ever, and the stalls where we've eaten shawarmas a million times.
- The pharmacy where for some unknown reason they thought I needed condoms when I was actually looking for Tylenol.
- The pedestrian street where I enjoy sitting up in the second floor of a cafe, near the window, and look at people.
- Mi favorite pizza margarita, with a cold beer.
- That bar we went to with Leigh Anne, that will always remind me of Malasana in Madrid
- One of the best breakfasts of my life, in that incredibly cosy cafe.
- The tram.
Taksim is all of that, and much more. Especially with Mr. Jones on the background.
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